Fandom: Once Upon A Time, Princess Bride (movie and book)
Characters/Pairings: Mr. Gold, Henry, Rumbelle, Regina
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything this awesome.
Summary: This came out of yet another conversation with the RMC about awesome OUAT crossovers. This is an AU where Mr. Gold reads Henry a book about fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles, and a love story that is quite familiar to all of us. :D
“Even though she was happier than she had ever been, Belle missed her father dearly. It was decided that she would go visit him and let him know that she was safe and happy. Rumplestiltskin was loathe to part with her, but knew this was what she needed…”
Rumplestiltskin held Belle tightly against him. Without his magic to shorten her journey, she would be gone for a few months and he knew the separation would be agony. Belle burrowed more tightly into his embrace, burying her head in his shoulder.
“It’s only for a little while.” she murmured into his shirt. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I don’t know about that.” he replied, pressing a kiss into her hair.
She pulled back slightly so that she could look at him. “I’ll be back.” she whispered, smiling softly. “I did promise you forever.”
Rumplestiltskin smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Her arms moved up to curl themselves behind his neck. He pulled her as close to him as possible, knowing how much he would miss this, how much he would miss her. She pulled back after a few moments, trying to rein in her emotions.
“I should get going.” she said, forcing a smile on her face. he nodded stiffly. Her smile brightened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She took his hand in hers, and they began walking out of the castle, heading to where the carriage sat ready and waiting. “Promise me you won’t just sit around wallowing and drinking out of that cup while I’m gone.”
He chuckled softly. He refused to drink out of anything but the tea cup she chipped on her first night, and while she mostly thought it was ridiculous, a part of her felt warm and loved every time she saw him use it.
“I will try.” he responded with a smile.
She returned the smile and then allowed him to assist her into the carriage.
“Safe travels, dearie.”
“I love you.” she said firmly.
He nodded. “And I love you too.”
The next few weeks passed agonizingly slow for Rumplestiltskin. The castle seemed much too large now that it was just him again, and he didn’t even have his deals to distract him. He soon worked out a routine of doing light housework and yard work before seeking refuge in the library, often sitting in Belle’s favorite chair. One morning, he was in the middle of just that when he heard a knock on the front door. When he reached the door, he opened it to find a young man he had never met before.
“Yes?” he asked, an expectant look on his face.
The young man-a messenger-reached into his bag and pulled out a small white letter, double checking it before handing it to Rumplestiltskin. He thanked the boy and dismissed him, heading quickly back to the library. He hoped it was a letter from Belle. He didn’t really expect to hear from her yet, but he couldn’t squash the hopeful feelings rising in him.
He broke the seal and began reading. The color drained from his face as he read, his brain only processing bits and pieces of the missive.
“….regret to inform you….”
“…attacked on the high seas…”
“….Dread Pirate Ursula…”
Rumplestiltskin sank into the nearest chair. Belle, gone? It didn’t seem possible. Couldn’t be possible that he’d never see her face again, or hear her voice, or feel her kiss…
The letter fell to the ground as his hands found his face and loud sobs echoed throughout the room.
“Wait!” Henry interrupted, sounding distressed.
Mr. Gold paused in his reading, and looked up. “What is it, Henry?”
“She can’t be dead! It must be a lie! It’s True Love!”
Mr. Gold suppressed a smile and simply looked at the boy. “If this is too distressing, we can continue later.” he said, starting to close the book.
Henry’s eyes widened. “No! I have to know what happens! I’ll stop interrupting.”
Mr. Gold smiled and picking the book back up, began again.
Several days passed before Rumplestiltskin began to even go through the motions of living life again. He had barely eaten or slept since he heard the news and when he finally emerged, he looked ten years older. “I will love no one else.” he said to the emptiness, his voice dull and hoarse from his many tears. And he never did.
A few years passed after that, and while Rumplestiltskin now remembered to sleep and feed himself, his life held little joy for him now. He had lost everything. His son, Belle, he didn’t even have the Dark One as a distraction anymore. He spent most of his time at the spinning wheel, trying desperately trying to forget. It was on one of those days-they all tended to blur together-that he received a visitor.
The Evil Queen breezed through the doors to the main room, walking in as casually as if she owned the place.
“You know I don’t make deals anymore, dearie.” he said dully, hoping to persuade her to leave quickly. It didn’t work.
“Oh, I know that.” she responded gaily. “Not since that girl broke your curse. What was her name again? Margie? Verna?” There was a laugh on her lips and a cruel edge to her voice.
“Belle.” he responded shortly, his voice tight.
“Ah, yes. Well, I’m here to request your help.”
Rumplestiltskin paused in his spinning and raised an eyebrow. “Your majesty is coming to a mere mortal for help?” he asked, the sarcasm and disdain in his voice practically dripping.
“Before you learned the truth about your son, you began work on a dark curse.” Regina began coldly. Rumplestiltskin remained silent. “I need you to help me finish it.”
“I have no more magic, your majesty.” his words were polite, but his tone had a mocking quality to it.
Her eyes narrowed. “But you have knowledge.”
“I’m not interested.” he said flatly, returning his focus to the wheel.
The Queen’s eyes narrowed further. “We’ll just have to see about that.” she countered before sweeping grandly out of the room.
Rumplestiltskin kept his focus on the spinning wheel, trying to ignore the foreboding feeling rising in his chest.